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Deze keer: Letter to my penis, een openhartig gesprek tussen een man en zijn penis: 'I don't think I like you anymore'
Dear Penis,
I don't think I like you anymore:
You used to watch me shave,
Now all u do is stare at the floor.
Oh dear Penis,
I don't like you anymore.
It used to be you and me,
A paper towel, and a dirty magazine,
That's all we needed to get by.
Now it seems things have changed,
I think that your the one to blame.
Dear Penis,
I don't like you anymore.
Now the Penis sings:
Dear Rodney,
I don't think I like you anymore,
'Cause when u get to drinkin'
You put me places I've never been before.
Dear Rodney,
I don't like you anymore.
Why can't we just get a grip,
On our man to hand relationship.
Come to terms with truly how we feel.
If we put our heads together,
We'd just stay home forever.
Dear Penis,
I think I like you after all.
Oh and Rodney,
While yer shavin',
Shave my balls.
Na de zoveelste mislukte poging op liefdesgebied wil jij je niet langer op glad ijs begeven dus je besluit je prins op het witte paard in de virtuele wereld te gaan zoeken.
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